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Jul. 4th, 2007 07:30 pmSo. Goo Goo Dolls was last night, like I mentioned about a thousand times. Twas pretty excellent. We left a bit after 7 (the show started at 8), and I thought that'd be plenty of time to get down there, as it is generally only 20 minutes to get downtown. Erm, no. Because of the whole London terrorism scare thing, they had maybe 5 blocks on all sides of the riverfront blocked off when we went down there, and the bigger streets blocked off to 10 blocks. I seriously thought that I was going to miss it, because I got dropped off a ways away, and then didn't know where I was going. But I didn't.
I got down there right when it was starting (I couldn't find where the show was at first, because I started going to the other stage, as that was the only one I'd been to before), and it was unbelievably packed. I don't know if I'd seen that many people in one place before in my life. But the good thing about being only one person is that I managed to push my way through the left side all the way down to the front. I was maybe 15 people away from the front/center spot, and as it was, I still had a pretty decent view. (And whoever came down towards the end and stood in front of the rail and was videotaping seemed to like me because I knew all the words when they had us singing bits of "Iris", which made me smile.) Though there's a big Anheuser-Busch banner thing on each side, which blocked the left third or so of the stage, which made me angry. Still, I was close enough to see John Rzeznik start shifting to avoid one of his strings after it went out of tune in the middle of a song and it was taking them a while to grab another. If I can find some kind of picture of the stage, I'll point out where I was (and perhaps even me).
Though, unfortunately, I think it was because I was so close that my mp3 player's recording of it didn't work. You can hear it, but there's nasty crackling and such on top (it sounds like you're turning cheap speakers way louder than they're supposed to go). I'm going to try to clean it up, but I don't think it will work so much as not.
There were a bunch of songs that I didn't know, a couple being new ones, which I didn't really expect. The one thing that I didn't like was when they were doing "Iris" (which is my all-time, drop down dead favorite), they had the crowd sing for bits. Which, you know, okay, because it's probably everybody else's favorite too, but it got to be way too much. Everybody is going to sing along anyway; I'd rather you guys did most of the main vocals. I think we sang most of it, honestly, and about half way through I just got annoyed, because I just wanted to hear the damn song. (Between you and me, St. Louis is flat.)
After an encore (I was bits afraid I'd blow my throat out yelling for that one), I started heading back. And then panicked, because I'm trying to get through to home to ask my dad to pick me up, and I can barely hear once the fireworks start, and the phone doesn't appear to be working. It was a new one, because mum took the one to Vermont and dad wanted me to have one for this, and I called probably 20 times to no effect. Turns out that even though where I was, where I bought the phone, and where I was calling were all in the same area code, I still had to type it in. I was more than a little freaked, though. I finally got through maybe 30 minutes after the show ended as I was walking out (I went the direction out of the stage area where the least people were, so I got out of there more quickly, but had to walk through the entire fairgrounds to get up to the street), and found out that I was on the total opposite side of everything from where I was supposed to meet him.
So some 12 blocks later (in my sexyshorthookerboots, which started killing my feet after about 20 minutes of standing in them during the concert), I stopped where I had gotten dropped off (because there was a nice fountain you could sit on the ledge of that breezed at you and cooled you down, and lights, and lots of not-scary looking people waiting around, and two cops right across the street) for an hour and twenty minutes or so, figuring that dad would just drive the 8 blocks from where he told me to meet him (because I figured he'd meant this place and just said the wrong streets). But no, because evidently, there were three blocked off blocks between the two spots. I went over to the other spot (where there was nobody else, nowhere to sit, and not much lighting), and waited there for another long while. All in all, they didn't find me until 11:20 or so, and then he had parked another 10 blocks in a different direction so he could get down there, so we had to hike those.
And then we got home around 12. And I was dead. I hadn't eaten, so I did that and watched 40 minutes of the pilot of Psych (which is going to be my new summer show if I can find it, since Becker has gotten to the episode where Reggie leaves and thus is not worth watching anymore), and was pretty much falling asleep on the couch (because for some reason I had woken up at 6:40 that morning), so I went to bed. That's my story.
Today I mixed up some henna to play with (because I don't try to use it on my skin very much as it takes the entire package to do my hair), so I'm probably going to get to that shortly (or maybe tomorrow morning; it should be okay for that long and it'd probably be easier to keep it not smudged during the day as opposed to trying to sleep with it on) as I've been letting it sit for a while now. If it turns out well, I'll probably take pictures of it or something (if it lasts long enough for mum to get home with the camera; I had forgotten she had it. Grr).
Also bought a flat-screen monitor yesterday afternoon (mum is going to kill me when she gets home for letting him do that) and set up another computer somebody had given my dad because they couldn't get it to work (we fixed it in about 20 minutes, LOL, though it still could use a new sound card). Ran out to get a wireless internet card for it yesterday too, and ended up with one of those USB plug-in ones, which makes me happy, because now we've got one that can go in any computer. So my brother's on that one now, playing some kind of first-person shooter game he bought at Big Lots today (I bought socks. See, who do you think spent their money more wisely? The answer is me, as I split the package of 10 with my dad and made him pay for it) and making lots of noise as he. . . idk what he's doing actually, I guess yelling at the people he's shooting/are shooting him.
I got down there right when it was starting (I couldn't find where the show was at first, because I started going to the other stage, as that was the only one I'd been to before), and it was unbelievably packed. I don't know if I'd seen that many people in one place before in my life. But the good thing about being only one person is that I managed to push my way through the left side all the way down to the front. I was maybe 15 people away from the front/center spot, and as it was, I still had a pretty decent view. (And whoever came down towards the end and stood in front of the rail and was videotaping seemed to like me because I knew all the words when they had us singing bits of "Iris", which made me smile.) Though there's a big Anheuser-Busch banner thing on each side, which blocked the left third or so of the stage, which made me angry. Still, I was close enough to see John Rzeznik start shifting to avoid one of his strings after it went out of tune in the middle of a song and it was taking them a while to grab another. If I can find some kind of picture of the stage, I'll point out where I was (and perhaps even me).
Though, unfortunately, I think it was because I was so close that my mp3 player's recording of it didn't work. You can hear it, but there's nasty crackling and such on top (it sounds like you're turning cheap speakers way louder than they're supposed to go). I'm going to try to clean it up, but I don't think it will work so much as not.
There were a bunch of songs that I didn't know, a couple being new ones, which I didn't really expect. The one thing that I didn't like was when they were doing "Iris" (which is my all-time, drop down dead favorite), they had the crowd sing for bits. Which, you know, okay, because it's probably everybody else's favorite too, but it got to be way too much. Everybody is going to sing along anyway; I'd rather you guys did most of the main vocals. I think we sang most of it, honestly, and about half way through I just got annoyed, because I just wanted to hear the damn song. (Between you and me, St. Louis is flat.)
After an encore (I was bits afraid I'd blow my throat out yelling for that one), I started heading back. And then panicked, because I'm trying to get through to home to ask my dad to pick me up, and I can barely hear once the fireworks start, and the phone doesn't appear to be working. It was a new one, because mum took the one to Vermont and dad wanted me to have one for this, and I called probably 20 times to no effect. Turns out that even though where I was, where I bought the phone, and where I was calling were all in the same area code, I still had to type it in. I was more than a little freaked, though. I finally got through maybe 30 minutes after the show ended as I was walking out (I went the direction out of the stage area where the least people were, so I got out of there more quickly, but had to walk through the entire fairgrounds to get up to the street), and found out that I was on the total opposite side of everything from where I was supposed to meet him.
So some 12 blocks later (in my sexyshorthookerboots, which started killing my feet after about 20 minutes of standing in them during the concert), I stopped where I had gotten dropped off (because there was a nice fountain you could sit on the ledge of that breezed at you and cooled you down, and lights, and lots of not-scary looking people waiting around, and two cops right across the street) for an hour and twenty minutes or so, figuring that dad would just drive the 8 blocks from where he told me to meet him (because I figured he'd meant this place and just said the wrong streets). But no, because evidently, there were three blocked off blocks between the two spots. I went over to the other spot (where there was nobody else, nowhere to sit, and not much lighting), and waited there for another long while. All in all, they didn't find me until 11:20 or so, and then he had parked another 10 blocks in a different direction so he could get down there, so we had to hike those.
And then we got home around 12. And I was dead. I hadn't eaten, so I did that and watched 40 minutes of the pilot of Psych (which is going to be my new summer show if I can find it, since Becker has gotten to the episode where Reggie leaves and thus is not worth watching anymore), and was pretty much falling asleep on the couch (because for some reason I had woken up at 6:40 that morning), so I went to bed. That's my story.
Today I mixed up some henna to play with (because I don't try to use it on my skin very much as it takes the entire package to do my hair), so I'm probably going to get to that shortly (or maybe tomorrow morning; it should be okay for that long and it'd probably be easier to keep it not smudged during the day as opposed to trying to sleep with it on) as I've been letting it sit for a while now. If it turns out well, I'll probably take pictures of it or something (if it lasts long enough for mum to get home with the camera; I had forgotten she had it. Grr).
Also bought a flat-screen monitor yesterday afternoon (mum is going to kill me when she gets home for letting him do that) and set up another computer somebody had given my dad because they couldn't get it to work (we fixed it in about 20 minutes, LOL, though it still could use a new sound card). Ran out to get a wireless internet card for it yesterday too, and ended up with one of those USB plug-in ones, which makes me happy, because now we've got one that can go in any computer. So my brother's on that one now, playing some kind of first-person shooter game he bought at Big Lots today (I bought socks. See, who do you think spent their money more wisely? The answer is me, as I split the package of 10 with my dad and made him pay for it) and making lots of noise as he. . . idk what he's doing actually, I guess yelling at the people he's shooting/are shooting him.
